Satan Wings Novels & Stories

“Right away.” She made her sweet drink, then headed out to the bar. Satan’s was still pretty quiet, but then again, it was just gone four o’clock; she knew that in an hour, it would be bustling and by seven, it would be heaving. Since Wolf had taken The Road Devils legit, all of the club businesses had become safe options for non-MC people. Now soccer Moms and young guys looking to get their second-hand vehicles checked brought them to The Garage, Blue Dragon Ink had every demographic under the sun coming in for tattoos, and Satan’s attracted everyone from barely-legal college kids to hen parties with women well into their fifties.

Even the fruit of their hard work was destroyed, the stermons remain blank as the prince continues his walk. Their craftsmanship did not please him. It is been years when he first got them from his father, Satan. He grunted. Such disappointment. His expectations are high, and the poor stermons cannot keep up with his standards. The only thing they can do is to accept that they failed. He looked around. Stermons block the sight of the fallen buildings. He bit a finger, and then his wings grew. Black and gold dust float around his body. Blood dripped, and the wind blows. It revealed his large black wings.

I muttered, moving my knees closer to my chest, hugging myself. “Butterfly” “He cut your butterfly wings, Christian.” I sobbed, remembering how Satan made me feel miserable about my life. "You're scaring me, Butterfly. Please open the door" his words almost came like a plea. "Let me go" I muttered and tightened my grip on the knife. “No” I look at the door. "I swear Ivanna if you tried to do something wrong to yourself then no one can save you from my wrath" I chuckled hearing his warning.

Denver, Colorado Satan’s Bar Two Nights Later Satan’s Bar was loud enough to vibrate through bone tonight, the kind of deep, relentless noise that settled into the walls and floorboards and skin alike, until it became less something a person heard and more something they simply existed inside. Music thundered from old speakers mounted above the bar, bass rolling through the packed room in heavy waves, while bikers crowded shoulder-to-shoulder around scarred wooden tables, cigarette smoke curling thickly through red neon light, and the sharp smells of whiskey, leather, gasoline, and impending bad decisions.

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

Aria had replied with a wide grin causing Sandra to scoff at her. "I know right? Look how cute my boy is" Frank lowered himself beside Daniel on the floor while Aria walked over to do same beside him too but that was after she threw Sandra a warning glare. What better way to mark her territory against the woman locking around like a demon from hell than to show her she was the angel of the house. Aria wasn't going to let that woman get away with whatever she was planning without a good fight. And not withstanding the sight for sore eyes before her, Sandra realized it was time to leave. Or better still retreat as she picked up her Denim hand bag before calling for her son.

I grasp onto that flow and press into it, pushing spikes into her veins, crawling up her arms, her— Pain blossoms in my arms, my legs. My torso’s on fire and I scream. Carita laughs. “Remember that you aren’t the only illusionist here, birdie.” Disbelief slides from my thoughts, my grip on reality slipping into pain and darkness. But I can’t look away from Vito; I have to make sure he’s okay. “Nighty night,” she whispers, pressing a thumb against my forehead. Vito’s vibrant wings fade from my vision, his amber eyes blurring into the landscape.

Sader spit out some blood, “I’m really disappointed,” Sagarus decided to give the defiant demon exactly what he was asking for. He went behind Sader and grabbed the second of his wings. The tormentor pulled on it, ripping it right off Sader’s back slowly and as much as it hurt, as badly as Sader wanted to scream, he made sure he didn’t, going as far as biting down on his tongue just so he wouldn’t scream. His second wing got ripped out from his back but it wasn’t enough to break Sader’s resilience.

But as soon as he disappeared from Bella’s eyes, his face turned grim and bloodshot eyes showed the hell with two large horns on his forehead. In a rusted cell, Angela rested with her broken legs and horns. Almost got wiped of her proud existence. The wings she had before turned limped because Xavier had broken her horns. “You are a disappointment,” came a deep throttle voice of Satan, who appeared with the fire over his horns. “My king,” Angela trembled with her bloody mouth as she cowered behind with her broken leg. “You shouldn’t do that. Weren’t you happy beside me?” questioned Satan and walked to her.

It was the voice of an angel in song. “I suppose I'll join in, then,” Samael said under his breath. He raised his arms; shadows enveloped him. A howling wind appeared, and six pairs of wings materialized on his back. He flexed the black pinions, draping them across him so he was veiled in darkness.